Doppelgängers-have you seen one?

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I just have, on my way back from walking the dog with a friend, a woman walked past and I was convinced it was my sister. In fact I stopped and was staring after her, wondering whether to call out her name. Then logic took over, she’d be 300 miles away from home, she’s not left London since the start of the pandemic, she would not ever surprise me like that. But blimey, I was so worried I came home and started madly tidying up in case she walked in!

I saw my brother's doppelganger in the street in Budapest. If I hadn't known it was impossible for him to be in Hungary at that time I would have called out to him, they were that alike.

I have several.

In my twenties there was someone who lived in the town that I worked in (I lived about 25 miles away). Work colleagues would regularly tell me they'd seen me at the weekend driving past. I had a bright yellow MG midget, so not a common car!

I am on holiday in Australia atm and a woman stopped me on a hiking trail because she thought I was someone she used to know.

Also, if people aren't sure of my name they think it is Sue. It's nothing like Sue! This has happened several times.

Yeah, but I have an identical twin lol.

My twin did see a doppelgänger on her honeymoon in California though, which both her & new husband verified had the same hair, clothing & face as me (and her, of course). They were so rattled by it they called me to double check I hadn’t flown to the US to see them (I hadn’t, I was firmly in the UK looking after her daughter lol)!

They also got chatting a gay US copy of my son’s Dad at a bar in Las Vegas, so alcohol may have been a factor both times!

Apparently I have a really generic face because everyone and their dog tells me they've found my doppelgänger.

My granny once phoned me to tell me off for not waving when she passed "me" on the bus. My mum actually went up to a random person outside her work and asked them what they were doing there, thinking it was me.

DH says there's a woman who has lived around here for years and he always does a double-take when he sees her in the street. Apparently we are the same height, weight, have the same sort of style, both wear glasses - I've never seen her but I'm intrigued!

Not the same thing but I have a colleague who has an identical twin, whose office is a few minutes away from ours. They are strikingly similar - I realise that sounds redundant but I mean they have the same haircut and make up, so it goes beyond just having the same face! It's widely accepted that we all say hello to whichever twin we see in the street at lunchtime and they both politely and cheerfully say hello back, knowing that 50% of people think they are talking to her sister

Funnily enough I was messaged by someone yesterday asking if I was in South Kensington as they saw me. Nope!

Yes, an actress called Prunella Gee, I was often mistaken for her in the 70s when she was in a popular TV drama. However, we've aged very differently, to her advantage! Nobody would make that mistake now.

I was in a training session at work a few years ago and the trainer was so like my ex-boyfriend! He even had a similar voice and accent. It was a really uncomfortable morning for me!

Right so…

Friend bought a beautiful house in a little village, really small place. There’s one shop, post office, pub and chip shop that’s it. I was there regularly helping her move, decorate, keep her company and so on you know how it is. Whenever I would go for a walk, or fetch something from the shop, or get chips for dinner I was ALWAYS called Victoria! Everyone in this bloody village would stop to talk to me and ask how such and such was, how was I keeping, was I going to be at the such and such event. I would explain over and over I wasn’t Victoria, and you could tell they thought I was bonkers.

Eventually I ended up asking where this lady lived, was it close by and could I meet her because it was really getting silly. Post office lady pointed out where her house was, I still don’t know to this day if she thought I was Victoria having a laugh or if I’d gone crazy because she looked at me like I was unhinged asking where my own house was.

Knocked the door, no answer! Tried again the next morning before I left, no answer!

A week or so later, friend messages me and asks why I blanked her when she drove past and what was I doing in the village, was I going to stop by? IT WASNT ME I WAS 80 MILES AWAY AT HOME!

To this day I have never met Victoria, my friend hasn’t seen her again and it haunts me because I desperately want to meet my doppelgänger 🤣🤣🤣

Was the Niamh Walsh Doppleganger project linked on this thread. It just came up in my feed. That girl (niamh) has about ten dopplegangers. Her face must be very standard.

I've never had a doppleganger. I look a bit like Drew Barrymore but uglier obviously.

@Brightrainbow you've just unlocked a memory. In secondary school in the 90s I was frequently called Lisa by people who were convinced I was her. My name is nothing like Lisa. I never saw her myself!

My DD definitely has one. I saw a picture of a girl in Addams clothing shop, it looked so much like DD. She was a model at the time but it wasn’t her. Also saw DDs doppelgänger having her haircut in Chinatown, the other girl was just a couple of years old but looked exactly like my DD.

I have at least three

Colleague said he saw me coming into work on the train from Kent and waved across the carriage, except I came into work from the opposite direction

I was in Dorset (a place I had never visited before and haven't visited since) just got off the train and as I left the station a woman stepped in front of me, said she hadn't seen me for ages and how was I? I was the absolute image of who she thought I was, apparently.

Same trip - I was on my way to a retreat centre called Gaunts. There were portraits of the original owners and one of the participants noticed that I was the twin of one of those portraits. She actually asked me if I was one of the family that owned the place.

As a child, in a Lady Diana calendar which hung in my family home. The spitting image of me in the background.

My brother used to be the spitting image of Steve Cram at the height of his athletics career. At the time he worked on the till at a bank and got so fed up of people asking him if he was "that runner" he changed his hair style. The next time athletics was on TV guess what Steve Cram had done!
My other brother got married in the North East and we were at a hotel. Spitting image brother was walking down the corridor to breakfast followed by 2 girls and DH and I were behind them. We were giggling as they kept saying "it is him," and daring each other to ask for his autograph. Thankfully they didn't pluck up courage but they kept looking at him.all the way through breakfast.

My husband does. He's quite unusual-looking (don't mean this in a bad way!) and so many people in our town have said "alright X name"

It got even weirder when my son's friend's Dad assumed he knew him.

I would love to meet this person, as I can't believe there's someone out there that looks like DH!

Worked with someone who was the double of Mike Harding. Even his brother was confused, chased Mike down Deansgate in Manchester yelling at him getting no response.

When at university I came face to face with my double at the bus stop near Platt Fields. Was completely shocked. My friend was amazed, never saw her again.

Had a weird one, a girl exactly like my neice, but 5 years younger. Looked just like she did when she was a little girl, would be fascinated to see her now

My eldest does (or did when she was five).

We were in a pub garden with my then partner - not her father - and she was running around, playing on the play equipment. She was a fairly distinctive child, wavy bright red hair, very pale skin, freckles, green eyes and was wearing a neon yellow beach dress that my mother had bought as a pack of two with the other being neon green (not exactly subtle, but I quite liked being able to spot her from a thousand yards instead of having to hover around).

She went round one corner of the climbing frame and then it looked as though there had been a timeslip and she'd emerged 12 months later in the other dress from the pack. Every time that child appeared I couldn't help but doubletake and remind myself that it wasn't her.

I looked to see if I could spot her parents so I could say hello (and see whether the Mum was the woman I'd been told had been me over the previous months where I'd been 'seen' places I wasn't) and saw a woman who didn't look like me at all with a face like thunder about nine tables away glaring at DD, so decided against it. I felt sorry for her husband when he returned to their table, as he was then on the receiving end of a massive barney, but by the way she was laying into him, I didn't fancy being caught in crossfire.

They stormed off and I never saw them again, but I do wonder whether the girls looked the same as they got older. And whether, if she had posted on MN about it, if she'd have been told it was clear evidence of an affair.

In my hometown I worked in a small local shop that everyone used, one gent came in and told me that I had a twin who he saw everyday going to the train station. I would have been intrigued but he was seeing me, on my way to college every day.

Yes - saw a pic of my late OH in the Radio Times - wearing a riding hat! He had never been on a horse in his life. The person in the pic was identical to him - it was quite chilling! He was a bit shocked too!

I have 2.
i met one in a club once, friends dragged me over to show me as we were, they said, identical. I honestly couldn’t see the likeness face to face and neither could she, but my friends and hers insisted. It was only when someone took a photo of us both together that we saw it… we had to check our clothes to tell ourselves apart on the picture!
My other I’ve just seen in a magazine. After the Christmas holidays in my first term at uni friends were asking about my holiday job. I hadn’t had one. They insisted they “knew” I had, modelling (!) They showed me a girl in a magazine article, who did definitely look like very much like me in the photos. This was before meeting the one I wrote about first, so when I met her I asked, but she’d never done modelling either so there must be 3 of us.

When I was in my teens I had a part time job at a local shop next to some retirement flats. Quite a few of the residents like to come in for a chat and for the first few months they were all lovely to me. Then one day an older man accused me of swearing at him in the street (which I definitely hadn't done). I assumed that perhaps he was a bit confused and brushed it off. But more and more of the residents started being off with me and accusing me of things I hadn't done- eg. nearly running in to them on my bike/smoking outside school in my uniform/spitting in the street/drinking in the park etc. It got quite embarrassing and no matter how much I explained couldn't have done these things (eg. I did not go to the local school so it's unlikely they'd have seen me outside school, and was already over 18 so did my drinking in the pub not in the park) they didn't believe me. It turned out that another teenage employee was the double of me and had quite a reputation locally. She didn't last long on the job but I do wonder how many other people in the village thought we were the same person.

In the mid-1990s, I had a local doppelganger - "the lady from Teddybears Playgroup". One day quite randomly a lady in the corner shop asked me if I'd gone into childminding as I'd said I was planning to do, when we were on that childcare course together. Er...no, I hadn't done a childcare course!

A year or so later, I answered the door to two Jehovah's Witnesses, one of whom was certain he knew me because his toddler attended Teddybears Playgroup. My own three-year-old had just started at an entirely different playgroup which had a rota for "voluntary" parent helpers, and I had been wondering why the organisers had put my name down three times as often as anybody else's...

After that, I think Teddybears Lady must have moved away because things went quiet for two or three years, and then an old lady at a bus stop greeted me like a long-lost friend before saying, "...But you can't be here. You're still in Northampton!" Apparently she'd just moved to my small town in Sussex to be closer to her grandchildren, didn't yet know anybody locally, but then unexpectedly saw a familiar face - her former next-door-neighbour's daughter - walking towards her. Her name was Ethel, and we ended up firm friends for many years.

By an odd coincidence, I took a short-cut through the estate where Ethel used to live this morning, and an old man walking his dog waved to me from the other side of the road and called, "Happy New Year, Maggie!"

No, my name isn't Maggie. But I bet my newest doppelganger's is!

When Cher was in her 40s and I was in my 20s, I was leapt on in London by a mature Japanese couple who wanted my autograph because they thought I was Cher. They were very insistent and didn’t want to take no foe an answer!

There was a resemblance with hair and features but not in my outfit and quite obvious that I was much younger. Well, I thought so! 😩😂

My Dad was told that he and his brother could be twins.

They aren't related.